CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Griffin
I’m shaking and hardas fuck walking away from Ava with the picture of her naked in my head. She and me in my bed, her submitting every inch of herself to me. If I don’t walk away, I’ll take her into the living room and bend her over one of the sofas.
Seeing Jon let Aunt Helena out of the house and Bridget stroll back into the kitchen throws cold water on that plan.
Fuck, what the hell am I doing? As much as I hate her, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and she gave me the best night of my life.
I storm into the office and pace back and forth to calm myself. I already nearly fucked Ava. Twice. Something I said I wouldn’t do.
I made that pledge before I knew who the hell I was marrying. But that’s not Ava. That’s Hadleigh. The woman who stripped me of all my defenses and unraveled me in one single night.
The front door closes, and I wait to hear footsteps to see where Ava goes. Like a predator, I’m salivating for my prey.
She saunters back into the sunroom with a fresh cup of tea. She looks unbothered, like nothing I said earlier, or how I practically fingered her back hole, has made her want to find me to finish what we started. Pissed, I retreat to the bedroom alone.
I strip off my fresh clothes and take another shower to make myself come so I can think straight.
Six months. I wasn’t sure I could hold out not fucking her for one year.
Six months feels more doable.Yeah, right.